Clonessandra Puts On The Suit

As Clonesandra's hands reach out to grasp the skinsuit, her fingers brush against the soft, supple material that was once her daughter's body. The suit seems to mold itself to her touch, inviting her to slip inside. With a deep breath, Clonesandra steps into the suit, feeling the cool, silky fabric envelop her legs, hips, and torso. The suit's edges seem to seal themselves around her, conforming to her every curve and contour.

As she raises her arms to slide them into the suit's sleeves, Clonesandra catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Looking into the mirror, Clonesandra sees Ashley's face staring back at her, the features identical to her daughter's. The eyes, the nose, the lips - everything is the same, now for the memory. "Hit me with the memory button would you?" Clonesandra asks of you. Pressing the button you see her clench over momentarily, her hands upon her head in pain, before raising back up and smiling at you. "Hello mother" she says with a smile.

"So, how does she know?" You ask skipping any formalities and getting straight to the point. Clonesandra ponders for a second and thinks. "Well, it seems like when you went ghost mode earlier, mom, and brainwashed me, I was still aware of my actions and surroundings. And although the original Ashely couldn't remember the events clearly, they still lingered in her subconscious." She spoke somewhat matter of factly. "Oh and I hope you don't intend on restoring Ashely, because I am your clone no more. Instead, I shall remain as Ashely, your loyal slutty daughter~"